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Brat in the Frat Ch 07 - Ticklish

For the next couple of days, weeks really, we were inseparable, well nearly, I mean we had class and stuff but we even started doing homework, reading books and writing essays in each other’s rooms.  The most difficult part was that we almost always ended up making out, and sometimes more.  The most awkward being when Kevin walked in on Brad giving me head.  He shrieked and jumped back, slammed the door with such force that we looked at each other in concern.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

I just pulled him back onto my dick and picked up my phone.  I sent a text to Kevin to apologize and he replied that he’d give us ten minutes to finish but that he needed to sleep.  After that we only used my room when I knew for sure Kevin wouldn’t be home for hours and we used his room the other times.  The partying was over.  The diaper was forgotten.  And we did the things boyfriends do, well try to do, if permitted.  There was one gay bar in town and an open minded coffee shop so we spent a lot of time at those places holding hands when we could and kissing briefly if no one was looking.

I thought the worst was Thanksgiving break.  We went to our separate homes but we texted and called each other all of the time.  The first day back on campus we fucked like rabbits in his room, twice.  We got so comfortable with each other, especially in our bedrooms.  We thought nothing of touching each other, holding a hand, leaning against each other.  Even in my bedroom we leaned against each other reading, one time when Kevin walked into the room.  He sighed with relief.

“You guys make a cute couple but I’m glad you’re keeping it in your pants,” he said.  “I don’t have anything against gay sex.  Sex is sex, but still...”

We just looked to each other and smiled because minutes before we had blown each other and just pulled on our pants because I knew Kevin would be back soon.  He had no idea, at least he pretended he didn’t and went about his business of collecting some books before heading out.  We waited until he left the room before breaking into laughter and grabbing at each other again.

Our bond had gotten so strong that it wasn’t a surprise when Brad told me he wanted to go out on a real date before Christmas break, you know eat at a fancy restaurant, well the one we could afford and wouldn’t get too weirded out by having two dudes sitting across a table from each other.  The whole thing was kind of surreal.  And we had to be cautious about any public displays of affection.  

Honestly, I kept looking over my shoulder as we walked back and forth from the car to the movie theater and the restaurant.  It felt like I was fighting a magnetic force but it was nice, especially sitting across from each other.  It was the date I had always imagined.  We joked and made small talk with an ease that comes from being comfortable with each other, not worrying that we might say the wrong thing.  But there was one moment when he opened his mouth as if he had something to say but paused so I just shrugged it off.  It was all so romantic and by the time we got back to campus I couldn’t resist anymore, he couldn’t resist anymore, and we started kissing in the parking lot.  I was hard and groping him with almost full intention of fucking right there when he pulled away.

“Wait,” he said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he replied.

“You can tell me anything.”

I looked into his eyes and at his face searching for some clue, wanting him to look back at me and give me his cute half smile before confessing something stupid.  But when he didn’t I started to get worried.  Was it an STD?  Was it another guy?  I could deal with that if, and only if tonight had been some kind of ceremonial proposal for monogamy.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” he said breaking the silence.

We looked around.  There were a few people but no one nearby so we got out.  I adjusted my clothes to hide my erection.  He looked like he was doing the same.  I followed after him to the beginning of the trail.  It was dark and no one was around so I caught up with him and took his hand.  We walked together along the well trodden path.

Down on the beach there was a kind of quiet, pleasant, darkness that I figured so few people ever enjoyed anymore.  We held hands as we sat next to each other talking in hushed tones about our past, our present, and even glimmers of our future, not just our own goals but together, like as a couple.

After we had talked out everything, mapped out our lives and there was only silence between us I got up to my feet and said I had to go pee.  I walked away a few feet to a rock, unzipped, and released myself.  We both heard it hit the sand and we laughed.

“How can you do that?  Just whip it out and pee over there?”

“You ran around in a diaper at a Halloween party.  You change all of the time in the locker room.  And you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A locker room is a locker room, and the party, well I had to have a few drinks, but just being so casual about it all.  I just feel like I have to be strong all of the time and in control.  It’s like I don’t want to be a fool, you know.  Like your little speedo, I could never do that.”

I got behind him, sat with my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his sides to his chest.  He relaxed into me and I realized this is what I had always feared, being affectionate to another man in public.  I had always worried about what people would think.  Would they berate me?  Would they attack me?  Could I defend myself?  Would my truth spread like some kind of virus and somehow I would lose my job and all possible future career?  It didn’t matter with him.  It didn’t right then as we sat there in the darkness.

My hands drifted to his sides and I felt the hem of his shirt so I lifted it a little and felt his skin.  I reached around to his chest where I felt his pectoral muscles and down to his abs that had definition even as he sat there.  I wouldn’t want him to feel me in the same position, my meager, soft belly.  I started to move lower and he stopped me with a hand over mine.  He turned back to me and I leaned up to kiss him briefly before laying my head against his shoulder.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I’m... I’m wearing a diaper.”

I lifted my head at the answer.  I didn’t feel revulsion but this kind of curiousness, this kind of confusion.  Why would he wear a diaper?  Was it one of the extra ones?  Why on a date?  Why now?  Did I introduce him to something?

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s true.”

He started to pull away but I held onto him.  I didn’t want space now.  I didn’t want to be separated from him.  I didn’t want him to feel rejected by me.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  It’s kind of like this fun secret I have.”

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“No, but like, is this a regular thing?”

“I just did it a few times after the party.  I was bored one night and I remembered the diapers in the closet so I just put one on to see what it would feel like and it was kind of fun.  I’ve even slept in them.  The first time I woke up in it there was this kind of shock but also this kind of fun, different feeling.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It was like the first time you wake up with morning wood and you kind of laugh to yourself.”

“And you’re wearing one tonight?  What’s it like?”

“Do you know how sometimes you wake up and you don’t feel like yourself but then you get dressed and you put on your shoes and maybe a watch and a necklace or something and you feel more confident.  It’s weird but that’s how I feel.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I should be embarrassed but it’s like that.”

He started to pull away again but I held onto him tightly and pulled him back into me.  I wrapped my arms around him, kissed at his neck a little.  I wanted him to know I wasn’t going anywhere and that he could trust me.  I wanted him to feel as safe as I did with him.  And finally, finally after I held him for long enough he relaxed.

“Are you okay with it?  Are you okay with dating a guy who, you know, wears a diaper?  I’d understand if you thought I was some kind of freak or something.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak at all.  I get it, well, I think I do.  Like you said it’s your secret, but I know it would be embarrassing for others to find out.”

“Thank you,” he said.

I felt his fingers interlace with my own.  We sat together for a long time.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” I said.

“I don’t know if I had a choice with us being boyfriends and all,” he replied.

“So is it official then?  Does tonight’s date, you know, make us like a couple?”

“I thought this last few weeks made it like a thing, but yeah, I’m going to update my social media as soon as we get home.”

“Me too,” I said.

We both laughed.  And then I felt him squirm a little.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee,” he answered.

“You’re wearing a diaper so just do it,” I said.

“Not here, not in my jeans,” he said.  “It’ll make a mess.”

“Then let’s get you out of your jeans,” I replied.

“We’re on a public beach,” he said.

“At college, we’re college students and this is the college’s beach.  Old men sun bathe nude here during the day when most of us are in classes.  People skinny dip here all of the time.”

“Not me, not that, not now,” he said.

And I realized he had his own fears about public embarrassment.  So I held him close and tried to measure time.  How much longer could we sit here?  Somewhere, somehow, my exploration of his body had turned to something else and I grabbed at his sides, forced my hands up to his arm pits where I tickled his sensitive skin.  He squealed and laughed so I kept at him.  He jerked about in my hands but he was at my mercy.

“Oh god,” he said.

And I stopped.  At first I didn’t know what happened, but then I smelled it, urine.  He was pissing himself.  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said as I continued to hold him.  He tightened in my arms as he tried to will his sphincter to close and for it to stop but he couldn’t.  I tightened my own eyes sympathetically as I knew just how painful it was to try such a thing and how impossible it felt once it was going.

“Now what?” he asked.

We walked the mile and a half trail back to campus to the parking lot and made sure no one was around before we stepped out into the light.  I looked back to him when he stopped and tried to evaluate the situation.  He held out his arms in frustration.  I could tell there was a slight bulge in his crotch but I couldn’t see any wet spots from where it leaked.

“What do we do now?”

“I’d say we go back to my room but you don’t have any more diapers there.”

“Sh, don’t be so loud,” he replied.

I stood and looked around the parking lot.  There was no one else around.  I looked to his face that had turned red and I saw the way he wobbled on his feet unsure if he should run home or retreat back to the darkness.  Fuck it, I thought to myself, and I grabbed his hand and we started to run.  When we passed people we started to laugh and by the time we made it back to his frat house we were out of breath.  We pushed open the front door and dashed to his room.  No one saw.  He ran in first and I slammed the door shut with my back to it.  I turned the lock.  We looked at each other and broke into more laughter and that’s when we heard someone pound on the wall between the rooms and shout for us to keep it down.  We both lowered our volume but continued to laugh as I made my way to the bed where we fell onto it and tickled at each other for a few minutes before kissing and groping at each other a little.  But when I got to his jeans, to his diaper, I stopped, and pushed him away.

“What?” he asked.

“I think we need to get you cleaned up,” I said.

“We?”

“Can I do the honors?”

“I don’t know.  I guess.  I mean you did the first time.”

I went over to his closet and he told me where to find the new diapers he had bought.  They were buried under old gym clothes: shorts, t-shirts, and jockstraps.  I pulled one from pack and moved back over to the bed and held it up.

“Wait, you need the powder and oil,” he said.

“What was I thinking?” I replied sarcastically.

He pointed to his desk drawer where I found the supplies needed.  He pushed himself further up on the bed, raised his knees.  I noticed he had his shoes on the bed and I admonished him for that.  He giggled a little and kicked them off before putting his feet back on the bed.  I moved in front of him, set down the supplies, then reached for his belt.  I pulled off his jeans and looked to the diaper.  Slow and deliberate I opened it unsure if some urine would leak out or what exactly would happen.  I was half surprised to see his hard dick just laying there amongst his pubic hair. 


“Be careful or I might pee again, this time on you,” he said.

“You do and you’re getting a spanking,” I replied.

I wiped his dick and balls with a disposable wipe then dried it with a nearby towel he used for the shower. I pulled the diaper out from under him.  He spread his knees.  His hard dick was right there and I couldn’t help myself.  I had wanted him all night and there it was.  I grabbed hold of it and bent down, kissed the head at first before pulling back his foreskin and taking his dick into my mouth.  Squishy but resilient I sucked at him until spit leaked down from my lips to his balls that I pinched between my fingers.  He squirmed and moaned, pushed himself up the bed some more so that I could get onto it.    

We needed one moment to pause, I thought, so I pulled off and went to his nightstand where I retrieved the condoms and lubricant that I tossed onto the bed.  He pulled off his shirt and I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes.  I got onto the bed on my knees and moved between his feet.

“Get those feet up,” I said.

He rolled back into a ball and presented his asshole to me.  His hands under his knees, his balls and dick aimed at his own face.  I slapped at his butt and told him to hold his feet higher as I pulled out the condom.  I watched him struggle a little and we laughed as I rolled the condom down over my dick.  I squirted some lubricant on my dick and his hole, rubbed at each of them.  He started to relax and complain that he couldn’t breath but I slapped his ass again and moved in, took hold of his legs and stuck my dick against his hole.  In one slow but consistent motion he took it all of the way to the balls and I felt him grip at me.  He looked into my eyes.

“You’re becoming a natural at this,” I said.

“Only for you,” he replied.

I moved in for a quick kiss before I began to fuck him.  My balls slapped at his skin, he grabbed at my shoulders and I grabbed at his chest muscles.  He relaxed and I went at him with more enthusiasm until we could hear the frame knocking against the wall so he motioned for me to stop and roll onto my back.  I moved as he said and he got up to his feet, stepped over me, then lowered himself onto my dick facing me.  He wanted me and I wanted him.  

We felt complete and tonight he had trusted me with his secret, his new kink that I had accidentally introduced him to.  He grabbed at my face, pulled at my burning ears and I grabbed at his hips.  We moved together like few other times in my life and he began to moan and scream a little so I tapped him to stop and he did.  I motioned for him to get on all fours and when he did I got up behind him but this time I picked up the pillow and told him to bite down on it as I thrust into him.  It didn’t take much more before be both climaxed at nearly the same time.  We fell onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted.  I felt as if our flesh had been melted together as we looked up to the ceiling together and caught our breath.

Brat in the Frat Ch 06 - Halloween Party

Dress him like a baby for Halloween?  He had made the bet and was willing to do it.  He’d dress me however he’d like if he’d won.  I kept thinking this over and over as I scrolled through the options online.  Going to a store, there’s no way I could do that.  I still sweat and my voice cracks if I have to speak while buying condoms so I decided to get everything online and with a rush delivery.  And after I ordered everything I sent him a text saying what I had done.  He didn’t respond right away.


[How much shit am I in?]


[A diaper can hold most of it.]


[Are we really going through with this?]


[It’s up to you.  Do you still want to do it?]


[It’ll be good for a laugh.]


The thought had me smiling the rest of the day and things fell back to normal without really thinking about it.  But we barely saw each other in the intervening days as we both were busy with class, homework, and our part-time jobs.  When I got the notification in my mailbox that I had a package for pick-up it brought back that deviant smile and I made a special point of skipping out of the last ten minutes of work to go pick it up.  
When I got back to my dorm room I wasn’t surprised to find Kevin in his boxers at his desk working on an essay.  He barely acknowledged me until I dropped the box on my bed and then he looked over with a quizzical look.


“What the hell is that?” he asked.


“It’s Brad’s Halloween Party costume,” I replied.


He got up and moved to where I stood looking down at the box.  I pulled the tape off, opened the top of it, and we both looked inside.  He saw my vampire costume on top and shrugged his shoulders.


“So he chickened out?”


“No, that’s mine,” I answered.


I set my costume aside and we looked inside to see Brad’s costume.  Kevin broke into laughter that got louder and more ridiculous as I pulled out each item.


“I can’t wait to see this,” he said.


“Me too,” I replied.


Before the party started I brought a bag full of everything I had bought for Brad to his bedroom.  He let me in with a sigh and a roll of his eyes.  I moved to his bed and dumped out the contents: diapers, a onesie big enough for him, a pacifier, booties, a bottle, a bib, a hat, all of the things for a costume.  He chuckled nervously at it all but then he saw the extra things, baby oil and baby powder.


“What the hell is all of this?” he asked as he picked up the bottle of oil and the powder.


“It’s for your costume, so it’s authentic,” I replied.


“I don’t think we have to go this far,” he replied.


“You don’t want to get a rash,” I replied.


“I’ve either got balls of steel or I’ve got no willpower, but seeing all this stuff makes me think of how the pledges should have to dress sometime, maybe next year for Hell Week.”


“Strip down and get on the bed,” I ordered.


“Okay, let’s do this.”


He quickly did as told.  He pulled off his clothes and tossed them into his hamper until he was down to his underwear.  I gave him a look and he dropped those too.  I had seen him naked plenty of times but it never got old.  I motioned to the bed.  He pushed everything aside and laid on his back.


“Are you ready?” I asked.


“I don’t think you have to do this,” he whispered.


“It’ll be more fun, for me, and maybe you, just try, besides it’ll be easier if I help.”


After applying the powder and the oil, I noticed he had an erection, a hard erection that wouldn’t go away.  So I teased it until he shot all over himself, then I cleaned the mess up with a wipe and set about completing the diaper process.  He laughed and blushed through the entire process, especially when I made him hold up his feet into the air so I could put the diaper under him.


When his costume was complete I pulled him to his feet and he looked into the mirror.  He sighed and was about to say something but I interrupted him with a motion of my hand, then quickly picked up the pacifier and put it between his lips.  He shook his head and shrugged it off so I took him by the hand and led him out of his room to the party that had already begun downstairs.  We were greeted by cheers and laughter as we descended the steps.


His frat bros were merciless at first and everyone had to take a picture with him.  I wanted to stop it.  I wanted to run over and pull him out of it.  But as it went on, as the guys seemed to notice how uncomfortable he looked they got softer with him and it became this kind of mutual joke.  It also helped that some of the other guys had their own silly costumes, costumes that gave them any excuse to be half naked and show off their muscles.  There were two cavemen: one in a loincloth and the other in a furry toga kind of thing.  One was dressed in a singlet with no jock, just his dick there as a lump, and another was dressed as a sumo wrestler, complete with bare ass cheeks.


Nearly all of the women complimented him on his costume and by the time he made his way over to me he had filled the bottle with beer and had several shots of vodka.  We moved to a corner of the room where he laughed at himself and gave me another drink.  I downed it and asked him if he had any regrets.


“I did at first but it’s a costume party and everyone likes it.  I’m the most popular person here,” he said.


I looked around at everyone else.  I spotted Kevin across the room dressed in g-string and black bow tie with a tray of drinks.  He looked glum until he saw me and pointed to Brad and gave me a thumbs up.  Well, I guess everyone does something silly on Halloween, I thought.  And that’s when Brad caught me off guard and pulled me into a kiss.  For a moment he had the advantage until I started to kiss back.  He was disarmed by my tongue as I reached around to grab his butt.  Instead of the usual firm muscle I felt and heard the crinkle of the diaper and we both pulled away and laughed.


“I’m glad you’re here,” he said.


“Me too,” I replied.


Aside from our brief kiss, we danced, and we drank.  And he introduced me to all of the frat brothers and the pledges.  The pledges themselves got in on taking pictures with him and the more Brad drank the less he wore.  Parts of his costume came off in different areas of the house, some random girl wanted to try his pacifier and we got distracted so we didn’t get that back.  Someone else liked his booties and so he handed those over as well.  We drank and the more he drank the more he relaxed and found himself getting comfortable until we were outside in the backyard with a few of the other guys who were pissing against the fence.


“Don’t you have to piss?” one of the guys asked.


Brad just let out a laugh and said, “too late” to which everyone including me laughed.  And I looked to his face and saw the kind of relief that comes from pissing.  He actually pissed in his diaper, I thought.  We made our way back into the party and danced some more, danced all night until the party was ending and we headed upstairs to his room.


By the end of the night he was in just his diaper as I put one of his arms over my shoulder and helped him up the stairs to his room where we both fell into bed.  I put him face down and made sure he was on the edge of the bed in case he got sick.  I stripped down and got into bed behind him against the wall.  I put my arm around his waist, my fingers inside the diaper and felt around to his erection.  He grunted with pleasure so I kept at him, faced down he humped my hand in little motions until he ejaculated into the diaper.  I pulled my hand out.  We fell asleep.  


In the morning I awoke to find him on his back with a smile on his face.  I looked to the diaper that was swollen and thick.


“I pissed myself rather than get up.  You know this is actually great for nights of heavy drinking because I didn’t have to use the bathroom.”


I shook my head as I laughed it off and moved on top of him.  I looked down into his eyes.  Whatever this was I didn’t want it to end and we kissed.  We kissed and we fooled around a little, but when it was over and we realized we had to get out of bed he got to his feet, pulled off the diaper, and dropped it in the trash before inviting me to share the shower with him.  I got out of bed and we walked through the hallway to the bathroom as if we had a mischievous secret between us.

Brat in the Frat Ch 04 - Cherry

The following week was one of those Saturdays when I should have been doing homework but instead found myself in bed, in my underwear, and taking turns with my different social media apps on my phone.  I was doing nothing productive.  I felt great. 

My roommate was gone for the weekend, a trip home to do laundry and visit with his family.  I had none of those urges.  I knew how to use the washer and dryer in the basement of the dorms and hated the idea of explaining myself, where I’m going, what I’m doing, etc. to my parents.

By three o’clock my stomach started to growl with hunger and I started to feel the need to get food.  There weren’t many options for the weekends on campus and I hated the idea of leaving for something.  I checked my wallet and found ten dollars cash.  Enough for one or two meals depending on where I ate.  I sighed at my prospects and was about to get out of bed and start doing something when I got a phone call from Brad.  He was still after me to join the frat even though I kept refusing.  But maybe, just maybe he’d have some motivation and need to get some food.  I answered it on the second ring.

“Hey,” I said.  I was trying to be cool.

“Where you at?”

I looked around my dorm room suspiciously.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you still in the dorms or did you go home for the weekend like everyone else?”

“No, I’m in my dorm room.  My roommate went home for the weekend though.  I’ve just been laying in bed doing nothing all day.  Actually, I’m kind of hungry.”

“Text me your room number and I’ll stop by and then we can go get something to eat,” he replied, “see you in a bit.”

He ended the call and I texted him my room number before I tossed my phone away to the bed.  I looked around at the state of my room, clothes everywhere and I was still in my underwear.  I jumped to my feet, pulled on sweat pants and an old t-shirt that didn’t smell too bad, then began to clean up.  Some of the clothes were Kevin’s so I just shoved them under his bed, mine I stuck in a hamper.  I picked up any trash and stuck it in a bag that I dropped outside my door in the hallway to carry down later.  It was easy work and I was finished with five minutes to spare.  I was back on my phone watching a Halloween video about gay, slutty costumes when he knocked at my door.  I knew it was him because it made me jump at the sound of it, plus who else could it be.  I jumped to my feet, turned the handle, and opened the door to find him there in a tank top and basketball shorts.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey,” he replied as he stepped into my room.

I could smell his sweat as he passed by, his biceps gleamed in the light.  I gulped and felt my dick stir at the presence of him.  He looked around my room, nodded as if he appreciated that I had cleaned up, and looked to my roommate’s side as if studying a foreign creature, looking for some detail that could prove or disprove something.

“Nice room,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said with a bit of a nervous laugh.  Just his presence was making me anxious and his exposed skin, his sweat.  It was the first time we were together since the party at the frat where we sixty-nined.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I didn’t have anything to do and I was hoping you might be the same.”

“Yeah, uh take a seat,” I said.

He moved to my desk chair, dropped his gym bag on the floor, and sat.  He spread his knees and turned to me as I moved to my bed.  He stretched a little and winced.  I gave him an enquiring look.

“I over did it,” he said.  “I’ve been hitting the gym extra hard and I played a couple of pick up games of basketball today.”

Was this it?  Was he hinting at some kind of hook-up?  I had an erection at just the sight of him and thinking about engaging in some kind of sexual activity I bit my lip.  He scratched at himself and I could make out the bulge in his shorts.  He must be thinking the same thing but then I had this thought that if we did something, if we mutually used each other for some quick action that would be it.  It would be over, he’d probably leave and then what would happen?

“I can give you a massage.”  The words leaked out my throat before I really thought about it.  And I regretted saying them.

“Yeah?”

I had to fight my own sense of what I was doing and my stomach pain from hunger gave me a thought for a diversion.

“But I haven’t eaten anything all day.  Are you hungry?”

“Yeah, I’m starving,” he replied.  “What do you want?”

“Well, there’s not many options on campus,” I said.

“I could drive,” he said.

And just like that it shifted.  We were on a new mission for food.  I slipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my wallet and keys and he got to his feet.

“Are you going out like that?”

“We’ll go through the drive thru,” I replied.

I opened the door to my room, then stepped out into the hallway feeling like I was pulling him along.  He followed.  Down the empty hallway to the elevator, down to the first floor, I kept looking at him and he kept looking at me.  Out of the elevator he took the lead as we walked to the student parking lot that was mostly empty.  He walked to one of the few cars, a Dodge Talon, and unlocked it.  I got into the passenger side and he got into the driver’s seat.  He asked me where I wanted to go and I told him I really wanted burgers and fries but otherwise we fell into a kind of silence and just listened to the music playing from his speakers.

He had a deliberate kind of driving style, fast and attentive.  I sat back in the passenger seat and just went with it.  I barely noticed we had gotten to the drive thru until the person asked for our order.  We ordered nearly the same thing and I pulled my money from my wallet but he told me to just hold onto it and that he would pay.  I put my wallet away and watched him pay with a card at one window then collect the food at the next.  I thought for a moment we’d pull over to eat as he started to pull fries from the bag but we didn’t.  He kept driving.  

The next stop was the liquor store where he ran inside while leaving the car running so I started to eat my own fries.  But I couldn’t help but think of him in his basketball outfit, the way the material clung to his ass and I started to get another erection.  He came back out with a bag that he put behind my seat then we were off again.  He drove us back to campus at top speed.  I kept thinking about how I felt lucky he didn’t get a speeding ticket.  We collected our food and he grabbed the bottle from the backseat, then headed back to my dorm room.

Right after I closed the door he pulled a bottle of whiskey from the bag and opened it.  He poured some into my cup and some into his own.  He asked about where to sit and I motioned to the bed so we sat across from each other on my bed cover, thankfully I had made my bed.  And we started to talk.  Just small talk at first but he told me about coming out in the frat and I told him about coming out in high school.  And then he mentioned his first encounter with a man so I told him about mine, then it kind of became a competition for hook up stories and missed opportunities.  We laughed at ourselves and we laughed at each other as we ate.  

By the time we finished our food our cups were low and the liquor was starting to relax us so when he poured another shot into each cup I simply picked up mine and toasted to him.  He downed his in one go so I did the same.  It felt like we had bonded, like that room, us, that moment, was special.  We didn’t care about what was outside.  We only wanted to entertain each other.  And he cleared his throat, thus clearing the air, before speaking.

“What about that massage?”

“Okay,” I replied.

We cleared the bed, put everything in the trash by my desk, and looked to each other.  “I guess I should strip down,” he said before pulling his jersey off.  He did that two handed at the hem thing, pulled it off easily but it was like a magic trick, a revelation.  I saw his hip bones, flat, muscled stomach, his belly button, his pectoral muscles, his nipples, his clavicle, and then it was off and he tossed it on my desk chair.  He dropped his shorts to reveal he was wearing an old school jock strap with a thick waist band at the top, white, with those straps.  He saw my face and giggled before turning to show his butt and that the straps were between his cheeks like a thong.  I slapped at his butt playfully and he looked over his shoulder to me.

“What?” he asked.

“That’s not how most people wear it,” I said.

“Well, it’s kind of my little secret when I’m out there playing,” he said.

He leaned down and got back onto my bed, spread out face down, stretched until his feet were against the one wall and his hands were easily off the other end, then retracted himself so that his arms were at his sides and he was comfortable.  I felt my erection against my underwear, just the sight of him again.  And the smell of him.  I could smell his sweat.

What had partially been a joke was now a reality and I quickly realized I didn’t have much to massage him with, there was some lotion I kept in the stand by my bed but I started to worry I wouldn’t have enough.  We should have stopped at the store, I thought, but then I remembered it, I remembered my lubricant bottle.  It was in my little black bag, my little black bag of shame, the one I felt guilty about carrying into other men’s apartments.  I retrieved the lotion and put it on the bed between his knees.  I looked to him and saw that he was looking away, totally relaxed and waiting.  I retrieved the black bag, stepped onto the bed, knelt between his legs.  I set the bag behind me just in case he looked back.

I started with the lotion on his shoulders.  He laughed a little when the cold goo hit his skin and I took note to warm it up in my hands first.  I gripped at his skin, pressed into his flesh with my fingers.  I’m not a licensed masseur.  Hell I’ve had very little experience, but this wasn’t about therapy.  I just wanted to feel him, feel each muscle, and so I did.  I worked over his back one dollop of lotion at a time.  And he sighed, I could see his shoulders relax and I heard his breathing slow.

No tattoos, no scars, just a few pimples, I moved down his spine and back up, across his back muscles then down almost to his ass.  I let my fingers drift a little more with each movement until I was near his arm pits.  I moved my fingers down to his lats where he gave out a ticklish squeal.  I couldn’t help but smile at what I had found and explored further around his sides and up to his arm pits I heard his feet move against the sheet and looked back to see his toes slowly squeeze and then snap tight when I got to his arm pits.  He let out a laugh and turned his head to me.

“Watch where you’re going there I’m very ticklish and we don’t want any accidents,” he said.

“Oh no,” I joked.

“I don’t like to lose control,” he said.

“Really?”

“Not like that, it’s humiliating.  The last time I pissed myself I was eight and couldn’t get into the bathroom because my sisters were in there.  My father whooped my butt and told me to use a tree next time.”

I paused for a moment at the confession.  There was so much to unpack from what he said but I knew it wasn’t the time so I shook it off and went back to work.  Slowly, very slowly down his body.  I slid my hand over his butt and he started to look back to me so I went to his thighs where I dug in with my thumbs and started to use real pressure.  I figured his thick, muscled thighs could take it.  He relaxed again and I knew I was on the right track.

Further down his legs, slowly and methodically I worked the tension from each muscle, all of the way to his ankles.  His ankles barely got a coating of oil but the heels of his feet that’s where I applied the pressure and slowly across the arch to the balls of his feet.  For a moment he grunted in pleasure before I hit the wrong spot and he began to squirm and giggle again.

“What’d I say about that,” he said.

“Do you have to pee?” I asked.

“No, I mean yeah, but I’ve got a hard on so not right away, let’s finish this.”

“Well, I’ve just about done everything back here so roll over,” I said.

“I’ve got an erection,” he said.

“I’ve seen it before.  I’ve even sucked it.”

“No, I just want to stay like this,” he said, “do my back again.”

I worked my way up his thighs and I realized he was slowly, deliberately humping the bed in small motions probably hoping I wouldn’t notice.  I slapped his butt playfully and told him to hold still.  He laughed it off.  I massaged his thighs some more until I got to the straps of his jock.

“Maybe we should take this off,” I said.

He lifted up and let me strip it off, but he held himself up there and I could see his asshole, his balls, and his hard dick hanging down at an angle so I did something he didn’t expect, I pulled his dick and balls between his thighs as he went back down to his belly.  I had a new toy to play with but I also had run out of lotion some time ago so I got the bottle of lubricant and started with his balls.  I got them slick with the oil and worked them until they were tight.  

His hard dick was pronounced, leaking a little so I ran my finger down the shaft to the bit of foreskin.  I played with the foreskin a little, felt around the head and pinched it with my slick fingers.  He groaned and moaned with each touch.  I moved up his taint, massaged it, slowly closer to his asshole and he lifted his head in surprise.

“I’m not into that,” he said.  “I don’t get fucked.”

“It doesn’t make you any less of a man,” I offered, “just relax and enjoy it.”

“Just don’t tell anyone,” he said.

“This is just between the two of us,” I replied.

And I made sure my fingers were well lubricated before I got to his asshole.  I passed over it the first time, focused on the muscles around it first until I felt him relax, then I slowly worked one finger into him as I gripped his dick with my whole hand.  He raised up a little then lowered himself so I kept at it.  I continued to stroke his dick slowly as I poured more lubricant onto his hole.  I worked one finger deep until I felt his prostate and I tickled it a little.  He shrieked and squirmed at the sensation but he told me to keep doing it, one knee up slightly I nudged him to him back down on the bed.  I pressed a second finger into him and he took it.

Two fingers of my left hand deep inside his hole I lazily played with his dick and balls, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, once along the shaft, grip at each nut, all the time my fingers inside of him.  He started to hump the bed and I spanked him playfully and told him to let me do it.  I wanted the control.  I wanted to be the one who put him over the edge but I felt him start to buck, his hips followed the motion of my fingers as if he wanted to preserve the feeling of having them inside.  He wanted them.  He wanted me.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Fuck me,” he replied.

I stripped off my clothes, tossed them on the floor.  I paused for just a moment to put on a condom and get my hard on slick before I pulled him onto his knees and I stuck my dick between his cheeks.

“Please, fuck me, I need it,” he said.

Here he was a jock boy who didn’t want to be penetrated begging for my dick, on all fours on my bed in my dorm room.  I slid into him, tight and warm.  I could feel his heartbeat.  I grabbed his dick with my lubricated hand and I felt his hole tighten as I let his dick penetrate my fist.  He moaned and grunted, louder and louder.  I started to pound at his ass and he was throwing it back at me.  It didn’t take long.  I felt his hard dick spasm as he held his breath during his climax, a hot red rocket that covered my sheets in ejaculate, a spray of lust.  And I worked myself inside him, grabbed at him, and a few moments later my own blinding orgasm.

I fell against him and he fell to the bed.  I reached down to the condom and held it as I pulled my dick out of him.  I rolled onto my side.  He rolled into me.  I threw the condom to the floor and he laughed a little as I felt his cheeks against my dick again.  He pulled my arms around his side, my hands up to his nipples that I twisted a little.

“Next time I do the front half,” I said.

“Definitely,” he replied.

And we fell asleep there cuddled together for a few hours.  He woke up before me and got out of bed, used the bathroom and I did the same, but as I was walking back out he was getting dressed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Chill, don’t worry, it was fun, a lot of fun, but I’m not used to actually sleeping with someone so I’m going back to my room, but I’ll call you in the morning and we should go out for breakfast.  Here I’m leaving you something.”

He held up his jockstrap and tossed it to me like I had done to him before with my briefs.  Is that where we were at?  I caught them and held them up to my nose and sniffed at them.  He laughed a little at the sight of it and I blushed.

“And next time we’re going to invest in some more oils,” he said.

“And lube,” I replied.

He shook his head and got to his feet, fully dressed he moved to me as I stood there naked.  He put one hand on my hip, closed the distance between us, and kissed me briefly on the lips before slapping my ass playfully and pulling away.  He walked out from my room as I began to twirl the jock by one strap from my finger.